Phoenix Maplewood I'm a kitchen sink

Well, that was a start. Tavi stopped snapping at him as he spoke, but she didn't hesitate to bully him a bit longer by throwing her weight around - literally. She nudged at him, tripped him up a little with a 'misplaced' step or two, and refused to back down. What? Giving girls flowers - and old ladies, but Tavi wasn't going to think about Esaro's strange tastes; he was young and stupid, and maybe Shreya was a really old cougar? Ew, - is not worth your time. You need to hurry up and get a trade, or you're out of here. You know that right? 

Tavi's voice wasn't exactly sympathetic as she mentioned this. If anything, she sounded more enthusiastic. You've screwed up our relationship with a rival pack, gotten yourself injured, used up a considerable amount of the pack's resources, and you've contributed nothing in return. He knew this, surely he knew this. She couldn't help but rub it in a little more though. Forgetting that an omega was also a thoroughly neccessary aspect to a thriving pack, Tavi saw Esaro as a useless entity - a vestigial limb which needed to be removed. You're running out of time. So get your ass in gear and work.